In the past few days, there were two or three consecutive downpours, and the temperature that had been stubbornly high finally dropped a bit.

At least the situation where the ground was hot enough to fry eggs in the past few days would not happen again.

However, at one or two o'clock in the afternoon, it was still the most scorching time of the day. The air conditioner had become a habit since it was turned on during the hottest days, and it was still working with a buzzing sound even though the dog days of summer had passed.

This air conditioner was quite old, and it had been having some trouble cooling in the past two days. From time to time, it would make some "clacking" noises, and then two drops of water mixed with ice chips would drip down from the air outlet with a "rustling" sound.

Su Kun had been running around recently and was too lazy to find someone to repair it, so he had to solve it manually - after the temperature in the room dropped, he unplugged the air conditioner and let the condensed ice inside melt naturally.

He found an old T-shirt that he didn't wear and spread it directly under the air conditioner to prevent the dripping water from making crisp "popping" sounds on the wooden floor, which would be annoying and irritating.

In order to avoid the sunlight coming in from raising the temperature in the room too early, he pulled both the inner and outer curtains tightly, making the room appear much darker. He sat in front of the computer, relying on the not-so-bright light from the window and the brightness of the screen.

He was looking down at three printed papers spread out side by side on the desk, occasionally raising his head to scroll the mouse and clicking a few times in the browser tabs with a clatter.

These were the rental information he had found online and organized in his bookmarks after deciding to set up camp on the street in front of S University.

The conditions of these rental storefronts varied, with different sizes and locations. From three hundred square meters to ten square meters, just the online rental information spanned two pages, not to mention those that were only posted on the doors of those stores.

When he went to S University a few days ago, he looked at each storefront according to the rental information and roughly recorded the pros and cons of each one. At this moment, he was pondering and analyzing his choices based on his previous records.

He decisively eliminated the bone soup spicy hot pot mentioned by the glasses guy last time. After an hour of picking and choosing, he finally selected three more suitable ones -

A 130-square-meter space that was originally a restaurant, with a monthly rent of 7,000 yuan clearly stated on the rental page.

Another one was originally a small noodle shop, 30 square meters, with a negotiable price. When Su Kun went to S University before, he consulted the shop owner and was told the price was 4,500 yuan per month. Of course, if he negotiated sincerely, he could probably lower it further.

The last one was 16 square meters, originally selling red bean paste, and now the owner was eager to return to his hometown, so the rent was set low at 1,800 yuan per month.

Su Kun supported his chin with one hand, while the index finger of the other hand lightly tapped on the computer desk. His eyes habitually glanced at the small coffin on the bedside table.

He wasn't really looking at it, but he liked to find a fixed point to space out and think. In the past few days, this fixed point was often focused on that coffin.

Although he most wanted to open a restaurant, and there happened to be one here with a suitable size and location, there were too many things to prepare and too many factors to consider for a restaurant, such as employees, chefs, style positioning, signature dishes, etc.

For someone with absolutely no management experience, choosing a restaurant as a starting point undoubtedly carried a bit of risk, and most importantly, there was the funding issue...

He had also considered the 30-square-meter one, planning to start small and expand the space after doing well, but...

"Tsk - it's difficult to expand at this location..." Su Kun recalled the storefront he had seen. On the left was an eyewear store, the only one at the entrance of S University, with no possibility of moving away in the foreseeable future. On the other side was a courtyard gate, leading to a small inn... There was no space for expansion on either side.

However, renting here first and then moving to a larger place if the business was successful and money was made was not impossible. It's just that customers would subconsciously remember the location of the store and get used to it, unwilling to move.

If the business was good and the address suddenly changed, even if it was on the same street, one had to be prepared for customer loss...

As for the last small one, it definitely couldn't be opened as a restaurant, but it could be a milk tea shop. Su Kun remembered that there was a strange lack of such beverage shops on the street of S University. Except for this red bean paste shop that was about to move away, another milk tea shop was at the other end of the street, quite far from the school gate of S University.

Even so, that shop was still quite popular. Of course, its popularity couldn't compare to this red bean paste shop. Especially in summer, a cup of iced red bean paste was refreshing and heat-relieving, and the taste wasn't too sweet, making it quite popular. When he bought it a few days ago, he even had to line up.

However, it couldn't be ruled out that this shop was a bit closer to the school gate.

If he took over this storefront and opened a milk tea shop, he might be able to take advantage of the popularity accumulated by this red bean paste shop.

As mentioned earlier, customers were very sensitive to the location of the store, especially after going there many times, they would get used to it. Although this shop was next to the bone soup spicy hot pot on the left, it was not affected by it at all. On the right was a rice noodle shop, which had no intention of renting or transferring at the moment, but who could say for sure in the future...

"Which of these two should I choose..." Su Kun's gaze was still fixed on the coffin.

Which one was more suitable...

Damn it! Was that short-armed and short-legged little brat planning to sleep to death in there?!

Su Kun, who was solemnly analyzing the pros and cons of the storefronts just a second ago, instantly turned his attention in a silly manner. He checked the curtains again - both layers were closed, pulled tightly, with basically not much light coming through.

The room was quite dark, so that little brat should be able to come out, right?

Su Kun stood up, walked to the coffin, and squatted down, his gaze level with the coffin. Then he bent his index finger, intending to knock twice to ask if that little brat was still there.

He opened his mouth -

Wait, what was that little brat's name?

Just as he was standing there with his mouth open and his hand raised like an idiot, the coffin that had been silent for several days suddenly made two sounds. Then the dark brown semicircular coffin lid was pushed open, and the little brat, who seemed to have slept to death inside, poked his head out.

Without noticing, he happened to bump into Su Kun's bent index finger. It looked as if Su Kun was about to knock a chestnut on his head.

The short-armed and short-legged Gu Yan had a deadpan expression on his face as he looked up at that somewhat thin finger on his forehead: "..."

Su Kun was dazed by the sudden appearance of this little ghost, and subconsciously blurted out the question he had been thinking about earlier: "What were you called?"

Gu Yan withdrew his gaze from his fingers and looked at Su Kun, seemingly not quite understanding his meaning. He hesitated for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "I have not spoken."

Su Kun: "..." Damn, our brain waves didn't match up!

He twitched the corner of his mouth and tried a different approach: "I mean, I still don't know your name..."

"Gu Yan, courtesy name Yuzhao."

Su Kun: "!!!"

Gu Yan felt that in the past few days, the emotional fluctuations of the person in front of him had become more and more obvious. One moment he was all confused, and the next moment he looked as excited as if he had won a prize. Was he really not suffering from hysteria?

Although Gu Yan kept a straight face, Su Kun somehow saw a hint of doubt in that completely still expression, so he explained excitedly, "This is the first time I've met a person who's alive and kicking with a courtesy name!"

Gu Yan immediately grasped the key point and repeated expressionlessly, "Alive and kicking..." He had the illusion that a knife had been inexplicably stabbed into his chest...

Su Kun: "...I was wrong!!" QAQ